Luyện nghe bài hát Behind

Sorting through this
I on your smile
Gleaming a photograph
Buried for while

I'm by the way
The swagger there
Has vanished in the haze of

And by a foolish I'm stricken with desire
To phone you up and you of my find
But as I stretch my

I'm of the shape I'm in
all the things you've left

Man, I hate friends
They really me down
And I can tell you're not
Whenever they're

So ditch this motley
For all the of me
And these sorry few

I hope that by master plan
in the same boat that I am
Waiting at a path
To seal your life

To lock a sacred bond so tight
And this photograph
The scattered of you
Are in the amber of my mind

And boxes on the shelf of
me you
Left an empty